She wraps herself up in my shirt and wanders over to the window. The sunrise lights the mussed edges of her pale brown hair, a goddess tipped in flame. She stands there a long time, gazing out over the park, and I have this sense that she belongs here, that she’s always been here in some impossible way. As if her being here stretches beyond time. I want to tell her that, but I don’t. One strong shift in the breeze and she’ll disappear like a wisp of fog.
